Ella looked over her shoulder, even as she told them that she was fine, that she could walk. Still, she was pasty-shock white beneath the blood coating her face and arms, and she let herself be led away from the room. She had grown up hard, but she'd never been in the middle of something like that. She realized it was because she'd never trusted anyone else enough to follow their lead without thinking it through herself, and she sighed with anger at herself. She could have stopped Rosalie, she should have stopped Rosalie.
"It wasn't his fault," she said, though whether she was speaking to Rick or James was unclear. Then she remembered the forum post, Vaughn. She'd told her where they were. "Tell Daniel not to come," she said, shock starting to settle in. "Vaughn knows where we are. You'll tell him?"